The Bitch of Living

Price Keaton, 23. I really like music and consider myself a people person.

[littlealana-blog]

"I was just asking if you could play a trombone, use whatever you like when you serenade me."

"It’s all relative; a child’s despair at losing it’s favourite toy is just as viable as what I went through losing Inara, or whatever you’ve gone through. Everyone suffers differently.—If I sneak in can you share your boyfriend? You both sound like excellent fucks."

[pricerskeat]

Sounds like a plan, girfrand.  The only thing I lost was blood. And you can share me all you'd like, but my boyfriend isn't too keen on girls so I'll say no for him.

[illuminatvm]

Well, playing dress-up didn’t work.. I’ve still got a case of artist’s block.

[pricerskeat]

Would music help? I can't help but sing for you since you got all dolled up. 

[littlealana-blog]

"A trombone?—I’d like that."

"It’s very deep shit.—I don’t think I could forget. I may or may not have been considering sneaking in.—I’d say you’re one of the main masterpieces, but that’s just me, wouldn’t want to miss you." She makes a face at him.

[pricerskeat]

I've got like three so, sure. But maybe not to play Just One Yesterday.  Well if you want a sob story party I've got my own share, but how about muffins instead of tears? But thanks. If you keep complimenting me you can sneak in anytime you please.

[pricerskeat]

Come & Get it || Etta and Price

[etta-marloe]

Laughter immediately sounds from her chest when Price becomes aware of the spaghetti and sauce. She keeps a gentle hand on his back, just for the sake of physical contact. “Now we’ll have to wait for it to cool, though, a little.” Etta presses her lips together, stepping toward the counter and motioning to the cupboards. “Where are the plates?” She asks, ready to reach up and get them some, glasses and water would come second. A grin plays over her face. “That almost sounded like you didn’t think clothes would be necessary.” She teases, scrunching up her nose at Price.

She stretches her arms above her head, arching her back as she does so. It’s on purpose too, how Etta lets her top ride up as she does the stretch, but comes back down in another second, feeling a certain kind of muscular satisfaction. She reaches up and opens up one of the cupboards, taking out two plates for them. Etta puts them down near to Price and opens the next one for cups before walking around the taller man to fill them both with cold water from the tap. “Food then clothes.” It’s an agreement, and she chuckles to herself, before moving over to the table and putting down the glasses.

[pricerskeat]

Price tended urgently to the food he'd forgotten about and was happy to find that he caught everything right on time. He smelled the sauce to find that it had been preserved perfectly and had heated up nicely, and the pasta itself seemed ready to eat in a matter of seconds. Pointing absently in the general direction of the dish cabinet, he smiled to himself at how well the two of them worked in tis setting, like it was every night that they cooked dinner together. Her words interrupt his thoughts and he laughs a bit, moving the pots over near the sink so he can work better with them away from a flame. "I wish they weren't." He mocks back,  copying her scrunched nose for a moment.

Looking to his side a tad absently as Etta set down the plates, a soft smile falls over his still-puffy features. He hums while she gets water, and only stops to ask about portion size. After hearing the result, he scooped out the amount she wanted and covered it in sauce and set it on one side of the table. Then after making himself a plate with a bit more, he went and plopped down in a seat, waiting for her to come too. "But who ned clothes anyway?" he added, mixing his pasta.

[pricerskeat]

Lucky Man || Everlyn & Price

[everlynjames-deactivated2013091]

  Everlyn looked at him and smirked a little bit, “You might have said something like that.” she replied as she watched the smirk form on his own face. “Alright, I guess that’s a fair trade. Yeah, I get a little crazy when I get drunk. That’s one thing you get to know about me. I’ve lived here in Haven for about 5 years, my parents are divorced, I’m 21, and I go to the University of New Hampshire. I also work at the gift shop.” she answered him. She followed out of the door. She picked up on things really quick, so she knew that tonight would be pretty easy for her.

She grinned at him and replied, “Well thanks, but I think the plain button down looks quite hot on you. You can make it work, unlike other people.” She raised her eyebrows up a little bit, and went through the door, “Thank you, looks like you’re trying to be the charmer once again.” she winked.

[pricerskeat]

"Sounds like you're used to listing facts bout yourself." Price half-mocked. "Do you go to bars with random guys often?" Feigning hurt and jealousy he laughed a little and said "Gift shop? I didn't peg for that. But I can see it." Walking in stride with her, it was easy to tell the difference between the two, and Price liked it that way. He prided himself in being tall, seeing as it almost always came in handy.

At her compliment, he quirked an eyebrow and smiled. "Mm, thanks love." He said, almost absent mindedly. Compliments always had a positive effect on him, especially when meant earnestly. "I really do try. It makes life ten times easier when people like you."

[pricerskeat]

Music. Name it and I can play it.  I like you. But sorry to hear about your sister. I’m an only child but practically don’t exist so.

[littlealana-blog]

"Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy."

"I’m honoured. The Vancouver Mentalist hasn’t been found, and the ten year anniversary of the victims’ deaths is coming up. There have been reporters coming to me to try and get a big break for some ‘victims’ families’ memorial garbage.—You totally exist." She pokes him in the stomach.

[pricerskeat]

I meant instrument, but I can play that song anyway. Maybe the next time I have an instrument with me I'll play it for you.  Whoa, sounds like some deep shit. If you ever need a haven just remember I'm right next door. Normally when I'm not... compromised I have my door open. And I mean I don't exist to my parents. To them I'm just another dot in a painting. Unnoticeable and unnecessary. *he's poked and he laughs, hand grabbing his stomach*

[littlealana-blog]

"What are you good at?"

"Morals, what are those? I’m pretty sure mine are a little twisted, no cookies and cream, more like razors and nails. I wouldn’t hesitate to castrate the fucker that killed my sister, so." 

[pricerskeat]

Music. Name it and I can play it.  I like you. But sorry to hear about your sister. I'm an only child but practically don't exist so.

[autumnthompsonx]

I’m thinking sometime in the next week, the lessons I’m taking would be finish by this weekend so after that, I’m just free anytime.

[pricerskeat]

Well, I'm sure I told you that my door's always open. So if you walk by and see that's true, come on in. 

[autumnthompsonx]

About those music lessons, when do you think we could start?

[pricerskeat]

Well seeing as I don't work and nine out of ten times most of my plans are made by wandering the complex, I'll say whenever you want. 

[autumnthompsonx]

Well, thank you mister.

[pricerskeat]

Anything for you, dear. 

[autumnthompsonx]

Well, we could never be sure of that.

[pricerskeat]

Fine, if you're going to be a stickler, I'll go easy on you. 

[autumnthompsonx]

And let’s just agree to disagree

[pricerskeat]

Grades don't lie when it comes to school systems, dear. 

[crying-because-brendon-urie]

[fcmme]

Pft, I wasn’t implying anything.

[pricerskeat]

Who says I was being honest? 

[autumnthompsonx]

You could add your looks on that list as well.

[pricerskeat]

Well if we're counting looks, you'd be top of the class. 

[fcmme]

Because you said I wasn’t legal and I pointed out the fact that I almost am, so.

[pricerskeat]

Same concept, dear. 

[fcmme]

Still seventeen, bud, still seventeen.

[pricerskeat]

I said for now. And weren't you the one who just reminded me that your birthday was in less than a month?